The Neon Sign That Burns Across My Forehead

My rampant ways will try to cover these mistakes,
but neon confessions seep through the blacks and greys.
And if a thousand hoodies can't hide my broken face tonight,
well, you'll be seeing it on those brightened yellow wanted signs.

Setting out into the darkness, with no distinguishing factors
except for my bright and flashing forehead that they're after.
They know these words by heart, can be read from miles away..
I'm starting to think I'd be safer in the middle of the day.

But screw my nonchalant ways, I'm making myself known.
Running through empty parks has become my home.
They'll trail me with the neon fluids I leave behind,
I'll make it so damn easy for them to find.

And if I've made it so obvious what I've set out to do,
I hope this burning cursive spits holes right through you.
Authority can suck on the poison racing through my veins,
press their fangs into death, till their eyes bleed out hot pink brains.

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-*- I don't know which category this should be in-*-